James Franco was seen squiring Game of Thrones‘ Emilia Clarke around Randalls Island Saturday during the Frieze art fair. Said a spy of Franco and Seth MacFarlane’s ex, “They were looking quite friendly!” (Via)

This could be nothing more than hopeful fan fiction from the New York Post (the editors there spend most of their time debating if the baby would take his or her last name — I happen to think Stormborn is a wee bit better than Desario), but it’s fun to imagine what the hell Khaleesi and Franco might talk about.

“So, James, the paparazzi found out about us. Are you OK with that?”

“Well, that’s not really an answer. I just want to make sure you’re happy and…”

“I’m happy, too. Things didn’t work out so well with Seth. Do you want to know a secret?”

“Please, James, not right now. I’m trying to tell you something. Again: do you want to know a secret?”

“Well, the thing about Seth is…”

“Why? What’s going on?”

“GAH. I hate it when you do that. You’re pushing your luck today. You need to start taking things seriously.”

“I am.”

“Goddammit, James. I’m giving you one more shot, because I love you. Do…you love me?”

*Emilia leaves the room, closes the door, waits outside for a moment, comes back in*

“This is your last chance. If you can name my favorite N.W.A. song, I’ll look past all this.”